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KING HENRY V.

We are but warriors for the working-day :'
Our gayness, and our gilt, are all besmirch'd3
With rainy marching in the painful field;
There's not a piece of feather in our host,
(Good argument, I hope, we shall not fly,)
And time hath worn us into slovenry:

But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim:
And my poor soldiers tell me-yet ere night
They'll be in fresher robes; or they will pluck
The gay new coats o'er the French soldiers' heads,
And turn them out of service. If they do this,
(As, if God please, they shall,) my ransom then
Will soon be levied. Herald, save thou thy labour;
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald;
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints:
Which if they have as I will leave 'em to them,
Shall yield them little, tell the constable.

Mont. I shall, king Harry. And so fare thee well;
Thou never shalt hear herald any more.

faites vous prest; car ce soldat icy est disposé tout
à cette heure de couper vostre gorge.

Pist. Ouy, couper gorge, par ma foy, pesant,
Unless thou give me crowns, brave crowns;
Or mangled shalt thou be by this my sword.

Fr. Sol. O, je vous supplie pour l'amour de
Dieu, me pardonner! Je suis gentilhomme de bonne
maison: gardez ma vie, el je vous donneray deux

cents escus.

Pist. What are his words?

Boy. He prays you to save his life: he is a gentleman of a good house; and, for his ransom, he will give you two hundred crowns.

Pist. Tell him,-my fury shall abate, and I
The crowns will take.

Fr. Sol. Petit monsieur, que dit-il?

Boy. Encore qu'il est contre son jurement, de pardonner aucun prisonnier; neantmoins, pour [Exit. les escus que vous l'avez promis, il est content de K. Hen. I fear, thou'it once more come again for vous donner la liberté, le franchisement.

ransom.

Fr. Sol. Sur mes genoux, je vous donne mille remerciemens: et je m'estime heureux que je suis tombé entre les mains d'un chevalier, je pense, le d'Angleterre. plus brave, valiant, et tres distingué seigneur

Pist. Expound unto me, boy.

Boy. He gives you, upon his knees, a thousand thanks: and he esteems himself happy that he hath [Exeunt. fallen into the hands of (as he thinks) the most brave, valorous, and thrice-worthy signieur of

SCENE IV.The field of battle. Alarums: England.
Excursions. Enter French Soldier, Pistol, and
Boy.

Pist. Yield, cur.

Fr. Sol. Je pense, que vous estes le gentilhomme de bonne qualité.

Pist. Quality, call you me?-Construe me, art thou a gentleman? What is thy name? discuss. Fr. Sol. O seigneur Dieu!

Pist. O, signieur Dew should be a gentleman:-
Perpend my words, O signicur Dew, and mark;-
O signieur Dew, thou diest on point of fox,"
Except, O signieur, thou do give to me
Egregious ransom.

Fr. Sol. O, prennez misericorde! ayez pitié de moy!

Pist. Moy shall not serve, I will have forty moys;
For I will fetch thy rim out at thy throat,
In drops of crimson blood.

Fr. Sol. Est-il impossible d'eschapper la force de ton bras?

Pist. Brass, cur!

Thou damned and luxurious mountain goat,
Offer'st me brass?

Fr. Sol. O pardonnez moy!

Pist. As I suck blood, I will some mercy show.[Exit Pistol. Follow me, cur.

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Boy. Suivez vous le grand capitaine.

[Exit French Soldier. did never know so full a voice issue from so empty makes the greatest sound. Bardolph, and Nym, a heart; but the saying is true,-The empty vessel had ten times more valour than this roaring devil 'the old play, that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger; and they are both hanged; and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys, with the baggage of our camp: the French might have [Exil. to guard it, but boys. good prey of us, if he knew of it; for there is none

a

SCENE V.-Another part of the field of battle.
Alarums. Enter Dauphin, Orleans, Bourbon,
Constable, Rambures, and others.

Con. O diable!

Orl. O seigneur !-le jour est perdu, tout est perdu!

Dau. Mort de ma vie ! all is confounded, all! Reproach and everlasting shame

Pist. Say'st thou me so? is that a ton of moys?-Sits
Come hither, boy; Ask me this slave in French,
What is his name.

Boy. Escoutez; Comment estes-vous appellé ?
Fr. Sol. Monsieur le Fer.

Boy. He says, his name is-master Fer.

Pist. Master Fer! I'll fer him, and firk? him, and
ferret him :-discuss the same in French unto him.
Boy. I do not know the French for fer, and fer-
ret, and firk.

Pist. Bid him prepare, for I will cut his throat.
Fr. Sol. Que dit-il, monsieur?

Boy. Il me commande de vous dire que vous

(1) We are soldiers but coarsely dressed.
(2) Golden show, superficial gilding.
(3) Soiled. (4) Vanguard.

(5) An old cant word for a sword, so called from
famous sword-cutler of the name of Fox.

tune!Do not run away.

Con.

mocking in our plumes.-0 meschante før[A short alarum. Why, all our ranks are broke, Dau. O perdurable shame!-let's stab ourselves. Be these the wretches that we play'd at dice for? Orl. Is this the king we sent to for his ransom? Bour. Shame, and eternal shame, nothing but

shame!

Let us die instant: Once more back again;
And he that will not follow Bourbon now,
Let him go hence, and, with his cap in hand,
Like a base pander, hold the chamber-door,
Whilst by a slave, no gentler than my dog,"

(6) The diaphragm.
(8) Pieces of money.
(10) Lasting.

(7) Lascivious. (9) Chastise.

(11) i. e. Who has no more gentility.

His fairest daughter is contaminate.

Gower: What call you the town's name where

Con. Disorder, that hath spoil'd us, friend us now! Alexander the pig was born?
Let us, in heaps, go offer up our lives
Unto these English, or else die with fame.

Ori. We are enough, yet living in the field,
To smother up the English in our throngs,
If any order might be thought upon.

Bour. The devil take order now! I'll to the
throng;

Gow. Alexander the great.

Flu. Why, I pray you, is not pig, great? The pig, or the great, or the mighty, or the huge, or the magnanimous, are all one reckoning, save the phrase is a little variations.

Gow. I think, Alexander the great was born in Macedon; his father was called-Philip of Mace[Exeunt. Flu. I think, it is in Macedon, where Alexander is porn. I tell you, captain,-If you look in the maps of the 'orld, I warrant, you shall find, in the comparisons between Macedon and Moumouth, that the situations, look you, is both alike. There K. Hen. Well have we done, thrice-valiant is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover

Let life be short; else, shame will be too long. don, as I take it.

SCENE VI-Another part of the field.-Ala-
Enter King Henry and forces; Exeter,

rums.

and others.

countrymen:

But all's not done, yet keep the French the field. Exe. The duke of York commends him to your majesty.

K. Hen. Lives hc, good uncle? thrice, within
this hour,

I saw him down; thrice up again, and fighting;
From helmet to the spur, all blood he was.

Exe. In which array (brave soldier) doth he lie,
Larding the plain: and by his bloody side
(Yoke-fellow to his honour-owing wounds,)
The noble earl of Suffolk also lies.

Suffolk first died; and York, all haggled over,
Comes to him, where in gore he lay insteep'd,
And takes him by the beard; kisses the gashes,
That bloodily did yawn upon his face;

And cries aloud,-Tarry, dear cousin Suffolk!
My soul shall thine keep company to heaven:
Tarry, sweet soul, for mine, then fly a-breast;
As, in this glorious and well-foughten field,
We kept together in our chivalry!

Upon these words I came, and cheer'd him up:
He smil'd me in the face, raught' me his hand,
And, with a feeble gripe, says,-Dear my lord,
Commend my service to my sovereign.
So did he turn, and over Suffolk's neck
He threw his wounded arm, and kiss'd his lips;
And so, espous'd to death, with blood he seal'd'
A testament of noble-ending love.

The pretty and sweet manner of it forc'd
Those waters from me, which I would have stopp'd;
But I had not so much of man in me,
But all my mother came into mine eyes,
And gave me up to tears.

K. Hen.
I blame you not;
For, hearing this, I must perforce compound
With mistful eyes, or they will issue too.-Alarum.
But hark! what new alarum is this same?-
The French have reinforc'd their scatter'd men:-
Then every soldier kill his prisoners;

Give the word through.

a river at Monmouth; it is called Wye, at Monmouth: but it is out of my prains, what is the name of the other river; but 'tis all one, 'tis so like as my fingers is to my fingers, and there is salmons in both. If you mark Alexander's life well, Harry of Monmouth's life is come after it indifferent well; for there is figures in all things. Alexander, (God knows, and you know,) in his rages, and his furies, and his wraths, and his cholers, and his moods, and his displeasures, and his indignations, and also being a little intoxicates in his prains, did, in his ales and his angers, look you, kill his pest friend, Clytus.

Gow. Our king not like him in that: he never killed any of his friends.

Flu. It is not well done, mark you now, to take tales out of my mouth, ere it is made an end and finished. I speak but in the figures and comparisons of it: As Alexander is kill his friend Clytus, being in his ales and his cups; so also Harry Monmouth, in right wits and his goot judgments, is turn away the fat knight with the great pelly doublet: he was full of jests, and gipes, and knaveries, and mocks; I am forget his name.

Gow. Sir John Falstaff.

Flu. That is he: I can tell you, there is goot men porn at Monmouth.

Gow. Herc comes his majesty.

Alarum. Enter King Henry, with a part of the
English forces; Warwick, Gloster, Exeter, and
others.

K. Hen. I was not angry since I came to Franco
Until this instant.-Take a trumpet, herald;
Ride thou unto the horsemen on yon hill;
If they will fight with us, bid them come down,
Or void the field; they do offend our sight:
If they'll do neither, we will come to them,
Enforced from the old Assyrian slings:
And make them skirr away, as swift as stones

Besides, we'll cut the throats of those we have;
[Exeunt. And not a man of them, that we shall take,
Ala-Shall taste our mercy:-Go, and tell them so.
Enter Montjoy.

SCENE VIR-Another part of the field.

Exe. Here comes the herald of the French, my licge.

rums. Enter Fluellen and Gower. Flu. Kill the poys and the luggage! 'tis expressly against the law of arms: 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered, in the 'orld: In your conscience now, is it not? Gov. 'Tis certain, there's not a boy left alive; and the cowardly rascals, that ran from the battle, That I have fin'd these bones of mine for ransom? have done this slaughter: besides, they have burned Com'st thou again for ransom? and carried away all that was in the king's tent; Mont.

Glo. His eyes are humbler than they us'd to be. K. Hen. How now, what means this, herald? know'st thou not,

No, great king wherefore the king, most worthily, hath caused I come to thee for charitable license, every soldier to cut his prisoner's throat. O, 'tis a That we may wander o'er this bloody field, gallant king!

Flu. Ay, he was porn at Monmouth, captain (2) Scour.

(1) Reached.

To book our dead, and then to bury them;
To sort our nobles from our common men;
For many of our princes (wo the while!)
Lie drown'd and soak'd in mercenary bloodg

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(So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs
In blood of princes;) and their wounded steeds
Fret fetlock deep in gore, and, with wild rage,
Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters,
Killing them twice. O, give us leave, great king,
To view the field in safety, and dispose
Of their dead bodies.
K. Hen.

I tell thee truly, herald,
I know not, if the day be ours, or no;
For yet a many of your horsemen peer,
And gallop o'er the field.

Mont.

The day is yours.

K. Hen. Praised be God, and not our strength, for it!

What is this castle call'd, that stands hard by?

Mont. They call it-Agincourt.

K. Hen. Then call we this-the field of Agin

court,

Fought on the day of Crispin Crispianus.

Fiu. Your grandfather of famous memory, an't please your majesty, and your great-uncle Edward the plack prince of Wales, as I have read in the chronicles, fought a most prave pattle here in France.

K. Hen. They did, Fluellen.

station is as arrant a villain, and a Jack sauce, as
ever his plack shoe trod upon Got's ground and his
earth, in my conscience, la.

K. Hen. Then keep thy vow, sirrah, when thou
meet'st the fellow.

Will. So I will, my liege, as I live.

K. Hen. Who servest thou under?
Will. Under captain Gower, my liege.

Flu. Gower is a goot captain; and is goot know-
ledge and literature in the wars.

R. Hen. Call him hither to me, soldier.
Will. I will, my liege.

[Exit.

K. Hen. Here, Fluellen; wear thou this favour for me, and stick it in thy cap: When Alençon and myself were down together, I plucked this glove from his helm: if any man challenge this, he is a friend to Alençon and an enemy to our person; if thou encounter any such, apprehend him, an tho dost love me.

Flu. Your grace does me as great honours, as can be desired in the hearts of his subjects: I would fain see the man, that has but two legs, that shall find himself aggriefed at this glove, that is all; but would fain see it once; an please Got of his grace, that I might see it.

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K. Hen. Knowest thou Gower?

Flu. He is iny dear friend, an please you.
K. Hen. Pray thee, go seek him, and bring him

Flu. Your majesty savs very true: if your majesties is remembered of it, the Welshman did goot service in a garden where leeks did grow, wearing leeks in their Monmouth caps; which, your majesty to my tent. knows, to this hour is an honourable padge of the service; and, I do believe, your majesty takes no scorn to wear the leek upon Saint Tavy's day.

K. Hen. I wear it for a memorable honour: For I am Welsh, you know, good countryman. Flu. All the water in Wye cannot wash your majesty's Welsh plood out of your pody, I can tell you that: Got pless it and preserve it, as long as it pleases his grace, and his majesty too!

Flu. I will fetch him.

[Exit.

K. Hen. My lord of Warwick,-and my brother
Gloster,

Follow Fluellen closely at the heels: The glove, which I have given him for a favour, May, haply, purchase him a box o' the ear; It is the soldier's; I, by bargain, should Wear it myself. Follow, good cousin Warwick: If that the soldier strike him (as, I judge By his blunt bearing, he will keep his word,) Flu. By Cheshu, I am your majesty's country-Some sudden mischief may arise of it; man, I care not who know it; I will confess it to For I do know Fluellen valiant,

K. Hen. Thanks, good my countryman.

all the 'orld: I need not to be ashamed of your And, touch'd with choler, hot as gunpowder,
majesty, praised be Got, so long as your majesty And quickly will return an injury:
is an honest man.

K. Hen. God keep me so!-Our heralds go with
him:

Bring me just notice of the numbers dead
On both our parts.-Call yonder fellow hither.

[Points to Williams. Exe. Mont. and others.
Ece. Soldier, you must come to the king.
K. Hen. Soldier, why wear'st thou that glove
in thy cap?

Will. An't please your majesty, 'tis the gage of
one that I should fight withal, if he be alive.
K. Hen. An Englishman?

Will. An't please your majesty, a rascal, that swaggered with me last night: who, if 'a live, and ever dare to challenge this glove, I have sworn to take him a box o'the ear: or, if I can see my glove in his cap (which he swore, as he was a soldier, he would wear, if alive,) I will strike it out soundiv.

K. Hen. What think you, captain Fluellen? is it fit this soldier keep his oath?

Flu. He is a craven and a villain else, an't please your majesty, in my conscience.

K. Hen. It may be, his enemy is a gentleman of great sort,2 quite from the answer of his degree. Flu. Though he be as goot a gentleman as the tevil is, as Lucifer and Belzebub himself, it is necessary, look your grace, that he keep his vow and his oath: If he be perjured, see you now, his repu(2) High rank.

(1) Coward.

[Exeunt.

Follow, and see there be no harm between them.-
Go you with me, uncle of Exeter.
SCENE VIII.-Before King Henry's Pavilion.
Enter Gower and Williams.

Will. I warrant, it is to knight you, captain.
Enter Fluellen.

Flu. Got's will and his pleasure, captain, I peseech you now, come apace to the king: there is more goot toward you, peradventure, than is in your knowledge to dream of.

Will. Sir, know you this glove?

Flu. Know the glove? I know, the glove is a glove.

Will. I know this; and thus I challenge it. [Strikes him. Flu. 'Sbuld, an arrant traitor, as any's in the universal 'orld, or in France, or in England. Gow. How now, sir? you villain! Will. Do you think I'll be forsworn? Flu. Stand away, captain Gower; I will give Will. I am no traitor. treason his payment into plows, I warrant you.

Flu. That's a lie in thy throat.-I charge you in his majesty's name, apprehend him; he's a friend of the duke Alençon's.

Enter Warwick and Gloster. War. How now, how now! what's the matter? (3) For saucy Jack.

KING HENRY V.

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Flu. My lord of Warwick, here is (praised be Got One hundred twenty-six: added to these, for it!) a most contagious treason come to light, Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen, look you, as you shall desire in a summer's day. Eight thousand and four hundred of the which, Here is his majesty. Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights: So that, in these ten thousand they have lost, There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries; The rest are-princes, barons, lords, knights, 'squires,

Enter King Henry and Exeter.

K. Hen. How now! what's the matter? Flu. My liege, here is a villain and a traitor, that, look your grace, has struck the glove which your majesty is take out of the helmet of Alençon.

And gentlemen of blood and quality.

The names of those their nobles that lie dead,Will. My liege, this was my glove; here is the Jacques of Chatillon, admiral of France; Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France; fellow of it: and he, that I gave it to in change, The master of the cross-bows, lord Rambures; promised to wear it in his cap; I promised to Great-master of France, the brave sir Guischard strike him, if he did: I met this man with my glove in his cap, and I have been as good as my word.

Dauphin;

Flu. Your majesty hear now (saving your ma- The brother to the duke of Burgundy; John, duke of Alençon; Antony, duke of Brabant, esty's manhood,) what an arrant, rascally, beg-And Edward, duke of Bar: of lusty earls, garly, lousy knave it is: I hope, your majesty is Grandpré, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and Foix, pear me testimony, and witness, and avouchments, Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Lestrale." that this is the glove of Alençon, that your majes- Here was a royal fellowship of death!ty is give me, in your conscience now." Where is the number of our English dead?

[Herald presents another paper.

K. Hen. Give me thy glove, soldier: Look, here! is the fellow of it. 'Twas I, indeed, thou promised'st Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk, to strike; and thou hast given me most bitter terms. Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire: Flu. An lease your majesty, let his neck answer None else of name; and, of all other men, for it, if there is any martial law in the 'orld.

K. Hen. How canst thou make me satisfaction? Will. All offences, my liege, come from the heart: never came any from mine, that might offend your majesty.

K. Hen. It was ourself thou didst abuse. Will. Your majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a common man; witness the night, your garments, your lowliness; and what your highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you, take it for your own fault, and not mine: for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore, I beseech your highness, pardon me. K. Hen. Here, uncle Exeter, fill this glove with

crowns,

And give it to this fellow.-Keep it, fellow;
And wear it for an honour in thy cap,

Till I do challenge it.-Give him the crowns:-
And, captain, you must needs be friends with him.

And not to us, but to thy arm alone,
But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here,
Ascribe we all.-When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock, and even play of battle,
Was ever known so great and little loss,
For it is only thine!
On one part and on the other?-Take it, God,
Exe.
"Tis wonderful!

And be it death proclaimed through our host,
K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the village
To boast of this, or take that praise from God,
Which is his only.

tell how many is killed?
Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to

K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknow-
ledgment,

That God fought for us.

K. Hen. Do we all holy rites;
Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.

Flu. By this day and this light, the fellow has Let there be sung Non nobis, and Te Deum. mettle enough in his pelly :-Hold, there is twelve The dead with charity enclos'd in clay,

pence for you, and I pray you to serve Got, and keep We'll then to Calais; and to England then; you out of prawls, and prabbles, and quarrels, and Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men. dissensions, and, I warrant you, it is the petter for

you.

Will. I will none of your money.

Flu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your shoes: Come, wherefore should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: 'tis a good silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

Enter an English Herald.

K. Hen. Now, herald; are the dead number'd?
Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd
French.

Joder in
ACT V.

Enter Chorus.

Exeunt.

Cho. Vouchsafe to those that have not read the

story,

That I may prompt them: and of such as have,
I humbly pray them to admit the excuse
Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,
Be here presented. Now we bear the king
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts,
[Delivers a paper. Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen,
Pales in the flood with men, with wives, and boys,
Athwart the sea: Behold, the English beach
Whose shouts and claps out-voice the deep-mouth'd

K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken,
uncle?

Exe. Charles, duke of Orleans, nephew to the king;
John, duke of Bourbon, and lord Bouciqualt:
Of other lords, and barons, knights, and 'squires,
Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.

K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand
French,

That in the field lie slain; of princes, in this
number,

And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead

sea,

Seems to prepare his way: so let him land;"
Which, like a mighty whiffler' 'fore the king,
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
And, solemnly, see him set on to London.

(1) An officer who walks first in processions,

You may imagine him upon Blackheath:
Where that his lords desire him to have borne'
His bruised helmet, and his bended sword,
Before him, through the city: he forbids it,
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride;
Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent,
Quite from himself, to God. But now behold,
In the quick forge and working-house of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens!
The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort,—
Like to the senators of the antique Rome,
With the plebeians swarming at their heels,—
Go forth, and fetch their conquering Cæsar in:
As, by a lower but by loving likelihood,'
Were now the general of our gracious empress
(As, in good time, he may,) from Ireland coming,
Bringing rebellion broached on his sword,
How many would the peaceful city quit,

To welcoine him? much more, and much more

cause,

Did they this Harry. Now in London place him;
(As yet the lamentation of the French
Invites the king of England's stay at home:
The emperor's coming in behalf of France,
To order peace between them ;) and omit
All the occurrences, whatever chane'd,
Till Harry's back-return again to France;
There must we bring him; and myself have play'd
The interim, by remembering you-'tis past.
Then brook abridgment; and your eyes advance
After your thoughts, straight back again to France.
[Exit.

SCENE I-France. An English court of guard.
Enter Fluellen and Gower.

Gow. Nay, that's right; but why wear you your leek to-day Saint Davy's day is past.

Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats.
Flu. There is one goat for you. [Strikes him.]
Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it?
Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.

Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's
will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time,
and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it.
|[Striking him again.] You called me yesterday,
mountain-squire; but I will make you to-day a
squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you
can mock a leek, you can eat & leek.

Gow. Enough, captain; you have astonished" him.

Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leck, or I will peat his pate four days-Pite, I pray you; it is goot for your green wound, and your ploody coxcomb.

Pist. Must I bite?

Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities.

Pist. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and eke swear

Flu. Eat, I pray you: Will you have some more sauce to your leck? there is not enough leek to swear by.

Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat.

Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, 'pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot for your proken coxcomb. When you take occ3sions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at them; that is all.

Pist. Good.

Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another leck in my pocket, which you shall eat.

Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge. Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you in cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and keep you, and heal your pate.

[Exit.

Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, captain Gower; The rascally, scald, beggarly, lousy, pragging knave, Pistol,-which you and yourself, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits, he is Pist. All hell shall stir for this. come to me, and prings me pread and salt yester- Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly day, look you, and pid me eat my leek: it was in knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition,a place where I could not breed no contentions begun upon an nonourable respect, and worn as with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my a memorable trophy of predeceased valour,-and cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell dare not avouch in your deeds any of your words? him a little piece of my desires.

Enter Pistol.

Gow. Why, here he comes, swelling like a turkey-cock.

Flu. 'Tis no matter for his swellings, nor his turkey-cocks.-Got pless you, ancient Pistol! you scurvy, lousy knave, Got pless you!

Pist. Ha! art thou Bedlam? dost thou thirst, base Trojan, To have me fold up Parca's fatal web ? Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek. Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lousy knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my petitions, to eat, look you, this feek; because, look you, you do not love it, nor your affections, and your appetites, and your digestions, does not agree with it, would desire you to eat it.

I have seen you gleeking and galling at this gen-
tleman twice or thrice. You thought, because he
could not speak English in the native garb, he
could not therefore handle an English cudgel: you
find it otherwise; and, henceforth, let a Welsh cor-
rection teach you a good English condition. Fare
Pist. Doth fortune play the huswife with me
ye well.
[Exit.

now?

News have I, that my Nell is dead i'the spital"
Of malady of France;

And there my rendezvous is quite cut off.
Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs
Honour is cudgell'd. Well, bawd will I turn,
And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand.
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal:
And patches will I get unto these scars,
And swear, I got them in the Gallia wars.

(5) Spitted, transfixed.

[Exit.

(6)Dost thou desire to have me put thee to death?'

(8) Scoffing, sneering.
(11) Hospital,

(7) Stunned.
(9) Temper.

(10) For iilt.